A whisper of a touch. A tease across her skin.

"You'll join me, won't you?" Light kisses trailed down her neck, as his hands wandered as they pleased. She was positioned on his lap so her back was pressed against his chest. He curled around her, nudging her legs apart with dept fingers. She gasped, leaning further into him. His right hand slipped under her crop top, pinching and teasing her nipples to life.

"All you need to do is say it." She leaned her head back as her eyes closed in bliss. He pushed her underwear to the side, slipping a finger into her wet heat. She was drenched, but he knew she would be. She gasped, louder, rocking into his hand as he set a slow rhythm. He brought her to the edge, slowing down to deny her high. She groaned in frustration, squeezing her thighs together to get her impatience across. He chuckled in her ear, his low laugh further sparking her desire.

"I won't." He tsk'd, pulling away and stopping his ministrations. Buttercup pouted, turning to him as he pushed his fingers into her mouth. Her eyes clouded back over with lust as she sucked his fingers clean. He grinned, wrapping his left arm around her waist as he pulled his right hand from her mouth.

"So stubborn. But that's why I love you Buttercup." She smirked, opening her mouth to no doubt say something smart to lighten the mood. She never got the chance, as his right hand glowed before he pushed it through her stomach. She choked as blood trickled down her mouth, the betrayal in her eyes clear as a still river. Butch's shone apologetically, keeping his hand there as the light drained from her beautiful eyes.

"Sorry love, but if you won't join me, I can't have you stopping me."

Buttercup gasped awake, throwing the covers off as her hand flew to her stomach. She felt it until she was satisfied, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized it had been just a dream. But it felt so real... Swinging her feet over the side of her bed, she wiggled her toes on her feather soft dark green and black rug before heading to the bathroom. Hopefully Bubbles is up, I'm starving.


"Did you handle it?"

"Of course. She knows it was me, but she doesn't suspect anything." Brick sighed, leaning back on the couch. He rested his head on his fist, calculating gaze trained on his brothers. He turned to Boomer, pretending not to notice Butch's sigh of relief.

"And? Where does Bubbles stand? We'll need to turn her first." Boomer fidgeted, keeping his eyes trained on the floor.

"I haven't brought it up, but she trusts me. I'll move to the next phase soon." Brick nodded, turning his attention back to the middle brother.

"How do you plan on turning Buttercup? We've never been on the best of terms, but your stunt has set you back." Brick stood, moving to stand between the two. His eyes shone with steely determination and unwavering decision. "We don't have time for this. Next time, I'll fix it." Butch and Boomer froze, real fear shooting through their veins. Brick continued walking out of the room, satisfied his message had been conveyed. Once the door closed, Butch stood, gritting his teeth in frustration. Boomer sighed, fussing with his bangs.

"What are you going to do? I doubt she'll listen to you." Butch grinned, turning to his brother and slapping a hand against his back.

"All I need to do is get her to tolerate me for now. Once we have Blossom and Bubbles, she'll come to me whether she wants to or not." He turned to the door, stopping once his hand rested on the door knob. He looked at Boomer over his shoulder, his eyes wild with the beginnings of madness. "And then, we'll have eternity to improve our relationship." The door slammed behind him and Boomer shuddered. If Butch was already that far along, he wasn't as safe as he'd believed. No wonder Brick was pushing up their timetable. They couldn't lose Butch after all. But if Brick is forced to use Plan B...no one wins...


"I thought I smelled waffles?" Bubbles pouted, loudly moving about the kitchen.

"I asked you guys what you wanted! It's not my fault you're so slow in the morning." Blossom snorted, placing her tea cup on the table.

"I thought you would've grown out of that by now, but it seems I hoped for too much." She shook her head, teasingly exasperated, while Buttercup huffed.

"Not everyone is a morning person like you two. Besides, if I'm lazy a few mornings, what's the harm?"

"Only a few?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh shoot!" Bubbles turned the eye down on the stove, sighing in relief she hadn't burnt the bacon like she thought. The girls settled at the table, amicable silence and the scrape of silverware the only song while they ate. Buttercup finished first, taking her plate to the stove for seconds.

"So, you two have gotten awfully chummy with the Ruffs while I wasn't looking..." Blossom and Bubbles paused, but Blossom resumed eating while Bubbles turned to her sister, eyes blazing.

"If this is your way of telling us to stay away from them, you can save it!" Buttercup immediately held her hands in surrender, backtracking.

"I was just gonna say be careful-"

"I'm happy with Boomie! And Brick is decent enough-"

"Hey! Brick is more than just decent -"

"So it's not our fault you got the defective one!" Buttercup froze while Blossom stood, and Bubbles's eyes widened in shock. "I...I didn't mean that-"

"He's not defective. All of the boys are twisted, Boomer is just the most tame, and Brick is the best at hiding his ulterior motives. Butch is a lot of things, but he isn't defective." Buttercup dumped her food in the trash, her appetite gone. She moved to pass Bubbles, but she grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"I'm sorry Buttercup. I didn't mean it. I was just angry since you're always the main one saying we should be careful of the boys but you're so close to Butch..." She trailed off as she dissolved into regretful tears. Buttercup sighed, embracing her and rubbing her head, even as she fought down the blush threatening to break out on her face.

"We aren't close, probably just the most straightforward out of all of us. And I forgive you, I probably could've started that better..." Blossom giggled as Buttercup became increasingly more uncomfortable as Bubbles continued to blubber and apologize. "Geez, you must really like Boomer if you flew into a rage so quickly. I wasn't expecting you to go off like that." Bubble sniffed, her hold on her sister tightening.

"Honestly, I didn't either...I'm not sure what came over me, but I didn't want to be separated from Boomie." Blossom snorted again, covering it with a cough when Bubbles threw a suspicious look her way. Hearing that nickname makes me crack up every time. Deciding the situation had been properly handled, Blossom rose, joining her sisters in the middle of the kitchen and slinging her arm around Buttercup's shoulders.

"What Bubbles said was mean, but you sure didn't waste any time running to his defense BC." Buttercup sputtered as Bubbles's tears dried, but her grip only that stronger.

"That's true...and you two sure get handsy whenever we fight..." The youngest and oldest sisters shared a look as Buttercup lost the battle with her blush, turning an impressive shade of pink.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about! W-we're counterparts, so it's not strange to defend him! It's like...like defending myself!"

"Mmmmmhmmmm sure sure."

"Of course of course." Buttercup groaned, unhappy with the flow of the conversation.

"I don't like him like that!" Blossom, seeing her chance, changed tactics.

"Why not? He's perfect for you." Bubbles, immediately picking up on her sister's train of thought, followed suit. She'd let go of Buttercup's shirt, and was now herding her into a corner with Blossom's help.

"That's true. Remember how it turned out with Mitch? The poor thing just couldn't handle you."

"But Butch would have no problem keeping up with you..."

"Or dealing with your temper..."

"You'd be like a power couple-"

"No that's for Brick and I-" Bubbles discretely stomped on Blossom's foot but it was too late. Buttercup took advantage of the pause and swiftly escaped, shaking her head in defeat.

"If you two want them be my guest, but that doesn't mean I'll end up with him by default." Bubbles's eyes sparkled with romantic promises and hidden agendas.

"It's not by default, it's fate! Then we could have our weddings together, not on the same day though so we can all have our times to shine..." Buttercup stopped listening as she fled to her room, determined to savor a few more hours of rest and relaxation before Blossom got another one of her whims and made them do something.